Short Stories

Confined Apart

Confined Apart

Louis' POV

People do insane, yet amazing things for love.

From the outside, our marriage was going great. All of the neighbors were jealous of our picture-perfect appeal as a couple, but the fights at night, all of each solved with sex, just wasn't working between me and Cora. We were breaking apart, second by second, piece by piece. There was a time when we thought we were unbreakable, before I cheated on her with my high school crush. Before she came home drunk with no money in the bank. Before all of the wrecking drama, we were in a peaceful state. No one could stop us. But mistakes happen, hearts are ripped out of our chests, the blood pools at our feet, and the whole time we just tensely stare at the ground and all we can see is the dark red that starts to brown. After a while you start to feel light-headed and dizzy and all you can do is wait until it's too late, she's gone. I can't let her go.

"Come with me," called out Harry to Cora and I, softly. Harry was the one who kept us together, I could never ask for more out of him. Harry had an odd way of doing it, though. He took both of our hands in his and dragged us to this room in his house, in which on one side of a wall there was a window, which through it you could see an other identical room, and a door leading to the room. It was kind of like what you see at hospitals and such, when the doctors aren't allowed to go in the room with the patient so they stay outside and study them. Study them.

There were three seats in the room, but none of us took them. We've been here, all three of us, before, a few weeks ago, after one of our more major fights. All we did was breath in the air, exhaling the deep emotions held back through the past year. We did that, then left, the last time we went there. The second time, then, we did just that. Every breath pushed willingly out of our lips somehow relieved us, it took away the stress. I closed my eyes after a while, concentrating on myself and the moment faded away, and my breaths evened out easily. I heard whispers from where Cora was, it was Harry talking to her about how she felt, or something along those lines. I made out the sound of footsteps as my mind wandered off to when we were both happy. The days when neither of us had to take pills, the days when the glee radiated off of us and made other people happy, too.

I recognized the sound of a heavy door closing and my head turned to the door in the room. My confused character looked through the durable glass window to spot Cora, beating on the glass in confusion. Harry was locking us in.

"I'll let you out when you realize the important thing," he said, closed his eyes, and locked the door shut.

Slow, deep breaths is what I need, I thought. I inhaled the pure air and tried feeling relief. It turned out that you can't find relief when in panic.

I rushed over to the window and peaked through, yelling, "Cora!"

She was sitting in a corner, alone, shivering. She looked so beautiful, sitting there. I wanted to break the glass down, reach over and massage her shoulders. I wanted to comfort her, but I couldn't.

I should have done that before, instead of leaving her to sleep in our huge bed alone, while I slept on the couch.

I quickly realized that the windows and walls were soundproof. We could not communicate.

How could I trust Harry, when he took us to all these weird places? He once took us to a haunted mansion to calm our nerves, for God's sake. I must give him credit, though, because I'm sure now that haunted places calm me, as well. Wait, what did he tell me before he locked us in? "I'll let you out when you realize the important thing." What what that supposed to mean, I wonder as my thoughts begin to cloud my mind.

I slid down the wall and hugged my knees up to my chest, tucking my head in the cave in between my knee caps and chest. The hourglass was turned over; the minutes that have passed were weighing down on me, tugging me underground. I was stuck in a trance with the devil. I couldn't take the torture anymore, it was burning me alive, or dead, because I'm in the worst state of hell.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to communicate with her, somehow.

Maybe I could show her, visually.

Examining the items in my pocket that I took out, a low, mumbled 'aha' leaving my mouth, I found a pocket knife. A pocket knife that has never been used for cutting, I bought it for a scuba diving trip and took it with me places just in case.

I slid the thick blade across the area just below my wrist, where there's veins, adding an unnecessary amount of pressure to my tough skin. I cried out in discomfort, and slid my blood-covered hand on the surface on the glass, spelling out words backwards so that she could read them from her side of the window.

She hasn't looked up, and I began to wonder if she'd ever notice.

"Louis," Harry exhaled, opening the door in a rush. He quickly went to the door of Cora's confinement and unlocked it. I could make out her soft sobbing as I rushed to her embrace, pulling her into my frame.

"Cora, I can't stop loving you. Being away from you, for no more than ten minutes has got to me, it hit me so hard when I realized what Harry was talking about," I spoke into her hair.

"Louis, I could never stop loving you, I barely made the time we were away, I was horrified," she said, looking up to me.

"I sent you a message," I whispered, "It's right..."

There was no message, there was no words written in my blood, here does not lie one whose name was writ in blood. The window pane was completely black.

I finally figured it out, it was a one-way mirror. I could see her the entire time, but she could not see me.

I took her hand, her not noticing the blood pouring out of me, and rushed her to my room.

She gasped lightly, shocked, then read, "If we weren't meant to be, we wouldn't be here, suffering."

I turned her around so she was facing me. I profoundly explored her face, searching for a clue to the deep depths of her emotions, then dived into the coral reef of her lips. There was no need to go up for air, I had an oxygen tank.

The wonders of the ocean were in my arms, and I finally decided to never let go of her.

[1995 words]

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Author's Note:

hi there sweetie pies i put a lot of scuba diving references FOR YOU BIANCA YOURE WELCOME (っ-●益●)っ ,︵‿

-gabby☻